Lyrics:
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Jackson scream for it
See me out and want to cause a scene
Why you always wanna cause a scene for it?
Nevermind, back to this ride shit
I'm still
I saw that Cadillac grille
Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill stretch,
Me and that Cadillac neck by neck.
Slowly passed by a Ford
A soft muffled sound
Of guitars and of strings and drums
I've wave my hands at the driver
But his eye's on the road
So I roll down
leave me
And I still search for the meaning
Curtailed by the confines
Social contracts and the theories
When we're outside this is real life
But surreal
love rock and roll
Put on the Ramones or Lita Ford of course yeah
I just want to be well
Put on some Jill Scott
I love some R&B
Bring in Ella
You know
girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
switch
Why'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up
hah
It don't make no sense for me to feel this way can you explain
Demons in my brain, Im crazy maybe might just go insane
Everytime they hear me cry
The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
But lords know this is easy for everyone
Karate choppin' boards, goin' full throttle
In the Ford, but it don't feel enough
I want more but the same time
He’s funky, he’s fly all the ouens think he’s kwaai
The girlies scream and cry when he’s coming om'ie draai want dis Biggy fokken Biggy
Is Biggy
scream
Bad Bitch Company
Eat it up and make her scream
Comin' out the sky
Hellfire missiles close by
Ready to die
Hi friends!
On your back eyes to the sky
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
two parking spots
Gotta Glock by my dick i bear arms on God
My mesh say three letters my shit saying JPG
Model shit wit me she pageant she ready
My
Scream my name
The scream will be the music tonight
The party is about to start
I'm about to arrive
It begins by saying my name
The ritual must being
Do
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin'
You, yeah, yeah
You, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(It's that Trappin' N London for sure)
Yeah, how you do me wrong? You know you need me
scream I hate them
I scream about being broke nigga
And I've hurt a lot of hoes nigga
Man On A Hunt, Hunting for peace
Man On A Hunt, get away from me
Man
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only
hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
of my parents for helping me pull the strings
I've been blessed by the Lord
I've been taken out the mud
Rocking Tom to the Ford
Cross on my neck, fly
them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good
(What?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (Word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (Okay)
.jpg/200px-Lita_Ford_at_Jones_Beach_2012_01_(cropped).jpg "Lita Ford")
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